My Wife’s Story

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My Wife’s StoryI grew upon on a small Iowa Midwest farm and went to Catholic schools when I was growing up. I was the oldest c***d, so I acted as the surrogate mother at home. It was my responsibility to watch all of my younger siblings. I even considered becoming a Nun. So much so in fact, that I took the train to Milwaukee, Wisconsin in my junior year to visit a convent. I soon decided that wasn’t for me and I came back home. Was I ever glad to move out and be on my own after high school. I attended a business school and then left for the big city to live in.I got a room at the YWCA and made friends with lots of girls about my own age there. Needless to say, I was a naïve young farm girl unaccustomed to big city ways. I was 18 at the time and I met an older guy who swept me off my feet. He was much older than me, in fact, he was 29 at the time.We had a whirlwind romance, and he was my first sex partner. I lost my virginity right there in a room at the YWCA. I never thought at the time why we didn’t go to a motel or something. I would figure that out later. After a short while, he asked me to marry him and we drove to Missouri and got married there. He then and only then introduced me to his parents, where he was living. I could tell right away he was a mommy’s boy. She ran his life. I then found out he had two c***dren by a previous marriage. I accepted them even though his mom, their grandmother, had spoiled them rotten.We bought a new modular home and had it placed, where else, on his parent’s property. They were retired farmers, had plenty of money, so they took the grand-k**s to California for the summer and to Disneyland several times. This I thought, would give me a chance to get to know my husband better. I did, boy did I ever.He rarely worked because his parents supported him so it was one party after another. I got to be friends with several of the girls who partied with their husbands/boyfriends. Two of them took me aside and told me in confidence that my husband wasn’t going off to work, but had several other girls bahis firmaları on the side he would hook up with. I was pissed and devastated at the same time.One morning after a long night of partying, I got up around 10 AM and wandered out of the bedroom to get a cup of coffee. There on the couch were two of his single drinking buddies from last night. They had crashed on the couch and were sipping coffee trying to sober up. “Where’s my husband?” I asked them. They looked at each other and grinned. One of them said, “He’s gone to work” Needless to say, I was pissed, I knew he was out fucking some other girl.I got my cup of coffee then filled a cleaning bucket with hot water and Spic N Span to clean the floor. “Nobody gives a shit that we have a new house, they spill their drinks and don’t bother to clean it up,” I thought to myself. I got down on all fours and started scrubbing the floor, all the while wondering where, or who my husband was off with fucking. I scrubbed the floor with a vengeance wishing it was my husband’s face. I was wearing one of my husband’s long t-shirts as was the customary thing I slept in. A t-shirt and nothing else. I never even thought about this until I was scrubbing the floor and I had moved around so my ass was facing his two drinking buddies on the couch. I knew that my t-shirt didn’t cover my bare ass and pussy and I got embarrassed but kept scrubbing anyway. I thought to myself, “Hell, they’re probably still to drunk to notice”The more I thought about my bare ass and pussy being exposed to these two young, hot studs and how my asshole of a husband was probably off fucking some chick, I started getting more pissed. I kept scrubbing as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but I felt a tingling between my legs and knew I was getting wet from the thought of these guys watching me. I got wetter and wetter and I could feel my wetness dripping from my pussy and when I looked down beneath my legs, there was a small puddle on the floor.I was always faithful to my husband, so I was brought back to kaçak iddaa sudden reality and felt guilty. About that time, I felt a strong hand grasp my right hip. One of my husband’s buddies had moved from the couch and was kneeling behind me. I looked between my legs and his pants were down around his ankles. I immediately felt my wet pussy clamp shut tightly, but I didn’t move. The next thing I remember was his hard cock-head rubbing against my wet, dripping pussy lips. For some reason, my next thought was not, “There’s a hard cock between my legs, but my asshole husband is off fucking some chick” Right then and there, my mind switched gears. I thought to myself, “What’s good for the goose, is good for the gander” I parted my legs and spread myself in anticipation of what was coming next. I also felt my pussy muscles loosen. I was there on all fours, my legs splayed wide, and my pussy dripping. I was ready. My husband’s friend, “I didn’t even know his name” finished lubing up his cockhead from my pussy juices, positioned his cock at my now eagerly waiting slit, gradually slit it in until the head was barely inside. Then he stopped for what seemed like an eternity, then as he thrust forward, I thrust rearward burying his cock to the hilt in such a violent motion, his balls slapped my aroused clit.He began thrusting forward, me thrusting back against him. Faster, and faster we both thrust and I closed my eyes and let out moans and screams so loud that it even startled me. So much so that I stopped thrusting momentarily, but only momentarily. I closed my eyes once again and let myself fully go enjoying this fresh new, hard cock filling me fully. He reached forward and pulled on my long hair. It gave me a little pain, but it was good pain. I kept my eyes closed and opened my mouth so all of my moans and groans could be heard to echo throughout the house.While my eyes were shut and my mouth open, I felt a warm, hard cock slip into my mouth. My husband’s other friend had removed his pants and positioned himself in front of me and kaçak bahis slipped his cock in my mouth. It was such a surprise, it snapped me back to reality. I moistened his cock with my saliva, then hungrily slid it into my throat until I thought I was going to gag.This was my first MFM threesome. It was called unbeknownst to me at the time, called a spit roast. We continued on like this for quite a while, every thrust from the rear would push me forward onto a hard cock. Back and forth I went getting pounded from both directions. I thought I was going to pass out from the ecstasy of the moment. I could feel the cock in my pussy swelling up, I knew he was close to blowing his load in my pussy and some basal instinct made me arch my back, spread my legs farther apart in anticipation of a big load of cum that was soon to be filling my pussy. I didn’t have to wait long, his loud moans and faster thrusting told me it was now. I felt the hot sticky cum blast into my vagina and filled me up. I let out gurgling moans as my climax met his and my pussy convulsed as it clamped down on his cock sucking each precious drop from his dick.The other who was feeding me his cock in my mouth was overwhelmed by what was taking place in front of him and shot his hot, white load of jiz deep in my throat. I had never swallowed a load of cum before, but it felt so natural. I kept his cock deep in my throat and enjoyed wave after wave pulsing hot cum sliding down my throat. His load was so big, that some of it blasted out of my mouth and dropped on the floor. His now limp cock slipped out of my mouth and I turned attention to the now deflating cock slipping out of my pussy. I felt a gush of cum fall out of my pussy and fall on the floor with a plopping sound. Not a word was said. Both of the guys pulled up their pants and left. I never saw them again, never knew their names. I cleaned up my cum soaked pussy and mouth and went back to scrubbing the floor. Amazing, I wasn’t mad anymore and had a wry little grin.That day I turned into a cum slut. Did I regret it? Hell no! I was sure my husband was pounding some other pussy that day and I found out later I was right. Needless to say, that marriage didn’t last long. I have had so many cocks in me since then, I’ve lost count.

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